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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/John_Egbert
  Character:
      Bro_Strider, John_Egbert, a_very_ticked_off_security_guard
  Additional Tags:
      Blowjobs, Masturbation, voyeurism_kink, Exhibitionism_Kink,
      Deepthroating, facefuckin, sloppy_gross_movie_theatre_oral_sex, sub!bro_a
      lil_bit, spit_kink_a_lil_bit
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-08 Words: 2020
****** Bro, In the Theatre, With a Dick: ******
by bearscp
Summary
     John and Bro meet up while both seeing Jurassic World alone.
Notes
     three things to know before u read:
     1) when giving blowjobs Wear. Condoms. if u dont have a condom for
     the person w a dick dont put it in ur mouth. do not use this fic as
     an example of what to do
     2) thinkin like 17-18 john 28-34 bro but thas just me (consent age is
     17 in texas btw tagged underage just in case). and when it mentions
     bros race, im picturing spanish/black but u can do whatever (that
     being said i picture him growing up in a catholic home which is why
     theres a lotta religious metaphors). johns race isnt specified but my
     headcanon is like korean/indian
     3) tien is from dragonball z look up his special move
     enjoy this excuse for gross sloppy heavy petting and heads up the
     title is figurative and literal lmao
See the end of the work for more notes
Stale popcorn, sticky sweet soda, hard gum. Fuck. Not exactly the most romantic
scents to have overpowering your senses, but you weren't exactly looking for
romance right now. God what are you even looking for? A teenager practically
humping your leg and getting that desperate expression right along with it?
Actually, yeah. Maybe you were looking for that. Something quick. Dirty.
Sleazy. Something to make you feel even scummier than the average person
assumed you were from your tattoos, earrings, and race.
You grimace. "Come along, Rupert. That man doesn't seem quite right." You mean,
fuck. Like shit that lady didn't even know you, although her opinion was
automatically invalid since she named her kid Rupert. Who does that, honestly.
You made sure to flip her a good one when her son's back was turned before you
entered your current movie of choice.
Right now though, it didn't matter. Nothing matters in the grand scheme of
things, especially compared to this. It's been what, five minutes, and to be
completely honest with yourself you were already sweating like a sinner in
church. Ironic since that's where you'll be signing your hail mary's after this
finishes going down.
Fucking speaking of going down. What is he doing now. Normally you'd at least
flinch when someone with that big of a buck in their mouth goes anywhere near
your netherlands, but you just grip your one arm rest a hell of a lot tighter,
slipping your other hand into this kid's hair and gripping. You wonder if it's
brown or black. You can't tell in this dark, and you're not sure why you care
when he's got your fly down and breath on your boxers. The place where your
other armrest would be was currently flipped up, ghost boy (thus deemed due to
the glow in the dark briefs he was sporting) here leaning over into your
crotch. Puff. Puff. Hold.
He is really getting into this. Glasses in the cup holder and everything.
Barely lit bead of sweat running down the side of his face you can only make
out because of the reflected movie on your belt buckle. Goddamn science man.
Reflections. Some wild stuff right there. At least that dinosaur looks like
it's getting some too. High five raptor that probably isn't really a raptor.
You don't know dinosaur names you just know the lead hunk's name. Shit. Okay.
Get your head in the game lil Troy we got ourselves a man to swoon. A boy. Boy
man. This is all kinds of fucked up.
You sigh a little, clenching and unclenching your hands. He gives a small hiss
directly onto your crotch which just makes you do it a goddamn gain. Blissfully
(sadly?) the cycle doesn't repeat and instead he yanks down your underwear way
too fast, giving lil Troy a brain freeze. Is it just a universal constant all
movie theatres are colder than an armadillo in a Maine blizzard or what-
Oh. OH. Oh there it is. Fuck. There it is. Right there. That's it.
You grunt out pitifully, a little whine, a little huff. "Oh f-fuck, kid."
Shivers run down your arms and the tops of your legs from the sheer heat of his
tongue on your dick. Maybe also because of the cold air which you'll definitely
argue later since you can already see part of a smirk down there. Goddamn
science man. Or wait maybe that's grin. That's kind of cute. And a giggle? Lord
have mercy on your soul. Are you really getting redder than a cherry tree in
fall right now because of some teenager. You so are. Big buff bara Bro goin
down yellin timber.
He flicks his tongue across your slit too fast even for you. It slips
underneath the head, paying special attention to your scar before darting
further down. It practically wraps around the side of your dick as he makes his
way back up and then again dowtown. His spit fucking seers into you like sin
and god is he messy. It strings onto his chin as he pulls back. As if realizing
what you're thinking, he spits directly onto your cock and you whimper while it
twitches. Territory successfully marked and yeah that's a smirk this time for
sure. You are in way too far already.
You lick your lips, digging an incisor into the bottom one and instinctively
gnawing, giving off a muffled groan.
"Get a room!" Someone spits (ironic) back towards your row. They probably
thought you were making out.
Going to see Jurassic World opening weekend was probably a horrible idea, but
then again you would've never been sat up by this nerd in the way back all by
himself.
Regardless, your face burns even more with a mix of shame and, what's that,
fear? Fuck. Doesn't matter. Specter extraordinaire had you so far in his mouth
you could feel the opening to his throat. His teeth scrape slightly midway down
your dick and even that little bit hurts like hell but you aren't gonna pull
out now. Another groan pushes out of your chest and you hope that guy doesn't
go get security whereas another part of you kind of does. You wonder how much
shit you'd get in for this, or if you'd even hear someone read you your rights
over your own bust. Getting possibly caught? That's your shit, and now also a
very real possibility.
Focus. Okay. That feels. Fuckin good.
Your hips twitch and he presses down on one side with a forearm, placing his
hands around the root of your cock like a triangle. Figure it must be to help
him steady himself to go further down, or at least you hope it's that and not
some Tien Shinhan bullshit.
Yep there he goes. Down down down. So slowly you might cry. He probably thinks
you already are. You can't even imagine what your face looks right now. If
you're being honest with yourself you've already got some tears welling up. You
just need it so bad. Need it all in. God god god just. Give it already. Come
on. Please, kid.
He pulls completely off and whispers, "Jesus, calm down."
Fuck. "Oh did I." Pause. "D-did I say that." Not even a question since you both
know the answer.
"Yeah now pipe the fuck up buttercup or else I'll probably laugh so hard I
choke on your dick."
You gulp and nod, starting to sweat even without the heat.
He smiles at you, teeth showing. One forwards back bend later and he's right
back where you want him. Except he doesn't start. You kinda wanna punch him if
you had the ability to even remove your hands from the rest and his hair that
you're almost positive is black now.
"Hey, wait. Can I... actually choke on your dick?" If your dick didn't just
give enough of a nod for the both of you, you're not sure anything could get
through to this kid.
"Guess that's a yes," he covers his mouth, hiding a laugh. Ghoul with gumption
slips to the floor, his pants still around his ankles and pitching a tent so
big he deserves an honorable mention in boy scouts monthly.
"H-how are we gonna do this exactly? Oh-" You cut off with a grunt. That's how.
Your cock, his throat, sitting in a tree. Holy shit K-I-S-S M-E. Pointedly not
thinking about how much he's had to of done this, you finally let go of the
armrest, wring your hand out, and slide both into his hair with a firm grasp.
A tiny hmphh escapes him, vibrating through you. You sit forward on your seat,
pushing your cock even further down into him. His breathing cuts off and he
moves to grip your knees. Now you really are gonna cry. Now you know why you
can't look at the face of God unless he's like in Aslan form or something. You
need to get a better handle on your thoughts one of these days, but right now.
You don't care. The dinosaurs on screen. You don't care. The mild shushes from
around the theatre. You don't care. The flashlight headed your way. Not even
one care is given.
Or, fuck wait. Oh fuck wait. WAIT.
You rip on the kid's hair and pull almost completely out, before thrusting back
in so hard you're glad he took off his glasses or else they'd probably be
broke. Again, pull out, forcefully crush his windpipe back in. Fuck. Again.
Again. Again. Fuck fuck fuck. The flashlight is going down the aisles
singularly starting near the front. Clean sweep. Again. You feel him cough
around you, scrabbling against your legs. You hold him there, not letting him
out for air, and rock into his throat hurriedly almost vibrating. You groan,
moan, grunt. Oh god. Again. Again. A fuckin gain. Come on, almost there.
Guard's halfway up the theatre. Fuck. Again. Small rocks. In and out, in and
out, in and out. Almost got it. Drool drips out around your cock, sinking into
your denim. His attempted breaths trapped against your dick. You're so so hard
it hurts, you need to finish. You have to. Another thrust, another. Fuck.
You look down and see him frantically jerking off and that does it for you. You
feel it, exploding, spilling. Everything is white and bright and hot and
sweaty. Your heart is in your ears and your dick is pulsing ropes and ropes
while your fling keeps rubbing himself. You pull his head all the way to the
base and hold the back of his neck in place as you continue emptying into him.
The guard is almost to your row. You look down and whisper, "Might wanna hurry
up there kid before we get a lifetime ban from the theatre." He groans up at
you, he's got cum and spit dripping down his chin and holy shit you are into
that especially when he starts whimpering please over and over. You tuck your
dick back into your briefs and bend down next to him. Taking his dick in hand,
you give it some quick strokes, twisting on the end a bit. Nit even ten seconds
later and the kid's totally undone. You see the flashlight nearing out of the
corner of your eye and quickly stuff him back into his pants and throw him over
your shoulder.
"What's going on here?" The usher questions with a face only half as scary as
what you can do.
"Kid's not feeling well, we were just leaving," you say as you brush past him
and make-way for the exit.
Twelve minutes later, you're in the Wendy's parking lot, looking across the
mall area to the movie theatre where probably four cop cars have their sirens
on.
"Hey so, thanks," the kid says lowly beside you.
"We're not in the movies anymore, you can speak up you know," you laugh around
the frosty you're currently scarfing down.
He takes a huge bite out of his burger, chewing kind of angrily. How cute. he
swallows (second time this night). "My name's John."
"Bro," you shrug.
"Bro, what? Like. That's your name?" John stares dumbfounded.
"Yeah, what of it?" You mumble.
"I can't believe a guy named Bro just facefucked me during Jurassic World and
then bought me Wendy's."
"Well when you put it like that." You put your frosty into the cup holder and
wipe your mouth with your glove. "How about this?"
You lean over, move a hand to his shoulder, and kiss him.
"Now a guy named Bro just facefucked you during Jurassic World, bought you
Wendy's, and kissed you."
"Oh my god." John grins at you. "You're so fucking dumb."
You toss a finger gun his way.
"You need a lift?" With a twist of the key the ignition sputters to life.
"Anywhere I can take you?"
"How about..." He pauses to deliberate. "Mmmm, your house."
"You got it, sport."
You rev the engine, and peal out onto the road, giving a wave to the police in
the distance.
End Notes
     woo boy that was extremely heterosexual
     i should rly b working on other fics lol
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